Thanks for posting that link to photos, HC. I was going to look it up but hadn't, yet. I was happy to see that the photos of Donnant beach and its surrounding grassy paths and cliffs looked almost exactly as I'd imagined they would, based on what I'd read in "The French House," and that that meant that Wallace must have gotten it right. (Unlike you, I haven't been to Belle Ile so whatever I read in this book amounts to everything I know or have ever heard of about it.
This book was a real change of pace for me -- probably also intended by Wallace, who, himself, always went there for the change from the U.S. and his home of New York City. (I tend to read a lot of social-services related books, a lot of Star Trek and other science fiction, quite a bit of true-life adventure/survival stuff, some sports-related biographies, and marine life and natural and astrological-science things, with a little bit of Christian fiction (and non-fiction stuff) thrown in, too).
So, my tastes are pretty eclectic, and "The French House" certainly added to that.
I even related to the bit of a journalistic vibe that the book had. One particularly memorable part, for me, came as Wallace was relating his almost abject disappointment that the publishing of his first book, "Hot Water," did not actually change his life forever, and make it so that he didn't have to keep working, especially freelancing, like a madman in order to help finance his family's trips to Belle Ile for annual personal restorations, as well as the ongoing, years-long French house renovations:
"Journalism is a messy craft, and its temporal quality rebukes any pretensions of writing for the ages," he wrote. "Instead of immortality, we get to *****, colorfully and extravagantly. That is the joy of a newsroom. But you can't take it with you."
I couldn't help but smile and laugh a little at that, despite his disappointment.
